Finality Stories

Some interesting, pretty great writing if I do say so myself. Check it out if you're a bit bored, or if you wanna see some insanity at its finest. A journal into the mind of Finality_Fatality.

Tanya is unwanted, uncared for by her mother and her mother's boyfriend. But when times get tough and Tanya is left for dead, locked in a cellar, what will she do to help herself? Follow Tanya through friendship, love and fear; risks, devotion and sacrifices. Will she make it, or will she fall at the final hurdle?

They're afraid of falling. Nothing good has ever come out of life for them, something has always been in the way. That is, until an unexpected event occurs and finality gives them a nudge in the right direction. A nudge over a cliff. Are they really as afraid of falling as they first thought?

This explainer looks at Ethereum's recent finality scare and how Indonesian-focused platform YWWSDC can treat it as a real-world test of bridge design, confirmation policies, and cross-chain risk controls.

This is just a book of a bunch of different poems I write when Im in the mood, some of them were co-written by my friends. If they were co-written then ill probably dedicate it to them. They range from tragic topics to just different aspects of life. Each poem will have one word to describe it and then an actual title to the poem. ENJOY. FAN. FOLLOW. COMMENT. VOTE. & ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT YOU ARE AWESOME

a simple poem nothing more nothing less

This poem, "Fortunately, The End," is a poignant reflection on the bittersweet nature of closure. It explores the sharp contrast between the "rose wood" fragrance of new beginnings and the cold reality of a friendship that failed to find common ground. The verses capture the frustration of being unheard and the eventual, weary acceptance that comes when one person chooses to walk away. By framing the conclusion as "fortunate," the poem suggests that while the ending is painful, it is also a necessary release from a connection that lacked the kindness of mutual understanding. It is a tribute to the quiet dignity found in letting go when staying no longer feels like an option.

Diadrik lived the perfect life. Her family was wealthy, she was the youngest of two sisters, and she had almost everything she could ever dream of. That was, until she was found out to be impure. Destined to be a powerless being for the rest of her life, Diadrik had everything she knew taken away from her and an echoing depth of possibilities set in its place. She was no longer considered a noble, no. Not even a regular citizen. She was an impurity- a failure to her family and all of Man-kind.

maybe finality will be our infinity. © finatticz

My name is Amelia Jenkins. I'm female, average height, average weight, average looks; blue/green/grey eyes with average shoulder length curly hair, a few pathetic freckles on my pale ass skin. as i said; i'm a pretty average looking female. people who are tight with me usually call me silly little nicknames, but i haven't seen these people for a few years now, so forget i said anything. To be honest i'm not sure why i felt the need to tell you that irrelevant information, you're never going to know me, this will be my final words. i suppose i wanted to put a name to the body? who knows? I sure as hell don't anymore. Ha, who am i kidding? I never have. Anyway. back to the original reason i'm here. About 3 years ago I've been diagnosed with being manic depressive, most commonly known as 'Bi Polar disorder,' ever since that I've been trying to deal with these insane mental ups and downs as good as I can. Evidence proves i'm not doing a good job on dealing with these 'ups and downs' Most of the time my writing and art work helps me in all this chaos, but then i realized aint nobody going to look at my pathetic doodles and word vomit covered pages, so that dream died along with any self-worth illusions i once had. But if you're hoping for a classic happy, illogical ending in this story, stop reading now because I'm going to have to disappoint you; there won't be one. why? because this is my reality.

Just a cute little short story :D An original short story by Finality_Fatality.

Some lives are measured in impact, not time. Gone too soon. Not gone unfinished. What burns briefly can still light everything. Presence does not require permanence. The world remembers what it felt. Some endings are only outward.

Part one to a four-part series. Story of true heartbreak, loss, love, and life. Annabella sees it all.

The walkway is steep and the road, unfriendly; but the passage of time pities not, nor terries.

trust that an ending is followed by a beginning 💭